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Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Trixie Delaney. For one night, that was my name.
After he knew my name, he said, "I'll have more Trixie."
Not "I'll have more, Trixie."
The next time I went by he said he would have to search me.
And the last time I went by he said I was a tart.
A woman at another table said, "Slap him, Trixie!"
I answered, "I would if I weren't carrying so many things."
All the women clapped.
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